Speaking Creativity
Last semester we had a subject called Power Plant Engineering, and in the first lecture our professor made us aware of the energy needs of our country.That made me think of how to get power thru a non-conventional means (i.e. without oil, petrol).
Well, one option would be Swades styled small reservoirs with turbine generators, after thinking for a few days (and nights, yes!), I came up with a new innovation of a giant wheel with an array of windmills on it, these windmills rotate as the giant wheel is made to rotate with magnetic levitation of permanent magnets. This would eventually give out power for a life time once installed.
The very next day i showed this idea to my professor and she rejected it as a perpetual motion machine (PMM) and said it was impossible to manufacture and test a PMM !
Well that bug is still in me and i m going to simulate it on a computer, in the near future !
Some reader from Delhi gave me a nice suggestion, here it is:
Yes .... you'll learn the difference between science (= truth) and imagination / idealization ( = daydreams).
If you've read Karl Popper .... he says the same thing about PMM. Apparently, one of his professors told him 'Yes, everybody says it's impossible until somebody goes ahead and builds one ' !!
Fact is : There are laws of the Universe that cannot be broken. These laws are discovered from time to time. They are subject to change when new behaviours are discovered. But till such time as they are proved false, the non-feasibility of a PMM will take you a lifetime to prove to yourself !!
Required reading for Pushkar Sheth: The Razor's Edge by W. Somerset Maugham
Well, got to find that book !!
Heres one poem which Robin Williams mentions in a movie called Dead Poet's Society.
I. O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring.
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red!
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
II. O captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up! For you the flag is flung, for you the bugle trills:
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths, for you the shores a-crowding:
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning.
O Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.
III. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won!
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead
by Walt Whitman


